Ye Xiyue's heart sank.

"Yuanjunye, I will wait for you to come, I will definitely do it."

The wind was blowing.

The stars in the sky are hidden behind a cloud, and only the dim moonlight illuminates this world.

The late autumn wind was filled with unlimited coolness, but she didn't feel anything.

Before I knew it, an hour had passed.

But Huang Junye still did not appear.

The raindrops float down at this time.

Ye Xiyue raised her head and looked up at the rain in the sky, allowing the raindrops to fall on her face.

"Yuanjunye, you will definitely come, right?"

Her hands were tightly clenched, and something seemed to be in her palm.

She spread her palms, it was a piece of red paper.

The paper is not smooth and smooth, as if it was cut from somewhere.

This piece of paper was cut from the Kongming lantern.

Yesterday's prosperous and stunning dream of Kongming Lanterns blurred her eyes.

She asked: "Huang Junye, why does this little man have a heart?"

He said, "Because I have you in my heart."

He said: "I am only romantic about you."

He said: "I bet you will cry for me once a year."

"What if I don't cry for you?"

"Then I will not bother you from now on."

Thinking of this, Ye Xiyue's lips curled up a beautiful curve and she smiled slightly.

That man is capable and fascinated by others.

I thought I wouldn't be moved, I thought she was just having sex with him, but I thought she still lost, completely, but she was willing to lose.

Her hand touched the red paper, and in this heart shape, she drew another little man, a reduced version of the man.

Holding hands with her, just like when he accompanied her, he walked a path that attracted attention from thousands of people.

"Yellow Jun Ye, you must come tonight. I really have very important things to say to you."

The red paper fell on the raindrops, and the paper was wet.

Ye Xiyue quickly put the paper into the space of the God-killing Sect.

Huang Junye, you must come, I'll wait for you...

The storm hit her, wetting her whole body.

...

...

Two hours later, it is approaching midnight.

The Palace of the Imperial Master.

The wind and rain outside were getting heavier and heavier, hitting the window, crackling sounds.

The only quietness in the palace was broken by this sound.

Uncle Yan was walking around in the side palace anxiously, with sweat venturing on his forehead, and he was worried.

"Yue...Yue..." A faint sound came from the brocade couch.

Huang Junye, who had been unconscious for a day and a night, had white lips and murmured two words.

These two words seemed to be called out after he had tried his best to do his whole life.

Uncle Yan hurriedly walked forward and grabbed the pulse of the Emperor Master, "Master Emperor Master?Master Emperor Master?"

At this moment, Huang Junye was weak and weak, his blood was lost, and his face was so pale.

Uncle Yan had never seen Master Emperor like this. When he was still too old, he was so scared that he was almost crying. "Mr. Emperor Emperor Emperor, you must not have something to do. You must wake up. Miss Ye is still waiting for you."

Uncle Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and responded to the instructions of Master Emperor. He did not dare to reveal the serious injury of him. Even Qingguo didn't know about it.
Chapter completed!